A new entry in the Mother’s Day Horror Film canon. Only 15 minutes long, and NOT for the faint of heart, but it has an assured sense of visual storytelling that’s more apparent on 2nd viewing. If you can stand it. I was seriously squirming, and also quite impressed. Never underestimate a Mother’s love.

Sage wisdom for one of the purest artists the cinema has ever had. We are blessed with a new film from him, after 23 years, called The Dance of Reality. Like all his works, I’m sure it will demand we take it on its own terms.

Don Barton brought “Zaat” to life in the early 1970s, and while the movie about the giant radioactive walking catfish-human monster was quiet for decades, it never really went away.

After 45 hours of exposition and stock footage about the wonders of the walking catfish, the World’s Worst Mad Scientist finally gets around to injecting himself and turns into a rubber masked unicorn of some sort. He looks in the mirror. “Not much like a catfish, but it IS beautiful!!’ *facepalm*